Wednesday, February 28, 2007

A Pocket of Comfort

When the world gets a bit too much for me, I slip into a pocket of time which I create with Felicity, Dawson’s Creek or anything that will bring me back to those days. In that pocket, I almost feel that he is just round the corner.

So that day, I slotted the first disc of Felicity Season 2 into the dvd player. There she was, back in New York and her “Dear Sally” tapes, back to having to choose between Noel and Ben. I am all for her and Noel, because he is steady, capable, mad about her, cute, and he reminds me of him.

There, within the first 15 minutes, Felicity was in the show making the same mistake I had made, which I will forever be paying for: ``I know how it is going to be like with Noel, but with Ben, I don’t.’’

Too many “could have been”, I am just grateful to have this pocket.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Past

I love to get acquainted with my past, again and again. I love to live in them. I wonder whether it is a bad thing.

When I first my career, I ambitiously wanted to be on the fast track and get the most out of my time. I determined that indulging in the past is bad. It prevents me from moving forward. After each breakup with a boyfriend, I would throw everything away and keep nothing to remind me of what would be just a piece of my past. I won't even keep in touch with them, so I don't reply to any phone calls or emails.

Then one day, I decided to take a rest and evaluate what my next half life is going to be. I quit my job, withdrew all my savings and used it all on an expensive U.S. education. I would spend my half time enriching my mind, while I decide what to do next. But in order to know what you want to be in your next half of your life, you need to know who are you. I realized I can't decide without drawing out the past. Facing it was not a pleasant experience. Things that I did wrong, bad decisions I made all came back to torment. Facing them for me was the first time because I had put them aside coldly. I was cold and callous and I made myself to be that way, because somewhere in the piles of self-help books I devoured diligently had turned me that way.

So, tonight, I sent an email to Basel, to T's father, whom I had met a few times when he was in Singapore. Tonight, the fact that I am sending an email to T's father is a result of throwing away my past like they were wasted time. I threw away everything including T's address in Basel.

Two years ago, I searched for his address like mad not because I had mended my ways, but because I wanted to stay for free in his holiday house on the Alps for my ski trip. I couldn't find his number in my house.

A few days ago, I found a notebook lying on my chair with his contact details. I don't know where that notebook came from. My parents must have found it somewhere. Now, I only want to know how he is and not scheming to get a free stay at his Alps house. I think God's timing is perfect.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Conversation Hangover

N complained about a conversation hangover after a late night telephone chat with me. I am to blame, of course.

``People have hangovers from alcohol. I have a hangover from talking to you last night. All you could say was f u fu fu fu fu.''

I twitched my lips, and feeling half repetent, I said sorry.l

I came back home that night, after losing at scrabble for two rounds and white wine in my system, I called my beloved friend and started rambling. That night, I decided to let go of my rein on my tongue and decided to pour out my greviances of all the injustice that I had suffered in rather revolting swear words.

``Fxxx them lar, who they think they are, I hate their hypocritical ways. When I see them..., it makes me vomit. Fxxx fxxx fxxx fxxx.''

``Blardy hell, they really think.. and I have to.. fxx fxxx. and that woman came up and xxx and fxxxx''

``I hate everything. I hate everything that I have decided to do. I hate myself for being wanting to be nice because it is against my nature, I am not nice. I hate it when everyone is so hateful and I have to nice.''

N asked me to stop using such revolting words. And I argued that it had thepeautic effect. I was not even ashamed of my swearing until I saw how it had affected N.

``I really can't sleep last night because the conversation really affected me.'' N said.

Better watch my tongue. James' right.

Monday, February 12, 2007

I am a nice person

I am nice, really. Relatively I am. There are always those people whose manners are scapping the ground to compare with.

``Hey, how are you. You sold your XXX, it went up 7 percent. THought you might have booked your gain.''

``No, I don't know whether we have sold or not,'' Mr N said.

``Oh really, you must know these things.''

``Yes.'' N said. ``I am sick lar. Feverish.''

Concerned. ``Oh no, have you seen a doctor.''

``Yes, doctor said it is due to an infection.''

``Oh, Anna Nicole Smith died of an infection.''

``SHUT UP LAR.''

``I am just saying''

``Hey, you, do you have anything important to say?''

``Everything I say is important.''

``That means don't have. Bye.'' N said.

Toooo toooo tooooo tooooooo..............sound of a dead dial tone.

Told you I am a nice person.


In other news, M emailed.

``Partied too hard on friday and saturday. Was going to come to singapore and got cancelled.''

hmmmm...I hope he is disappointed that his trip is cancelled. Reread email to make sure he sounded disappointed. At least he is not saying that he is having fun "there"

How hard must one party in order to qualify to be ``partying hard.'' I asked. (ok ok, it is a probing question. stop giving me a hard time, please?)

I guess I can hardly use that term on myself.

``It means get to bed too late and have to wake up too early.'' M replied. (persuasive answer, he didn't do anything. ok, you are forgiven.)

Hmmmmm.......can i say I party too hard? I got to bed really late on Saturday after partying really hard (making pineapple tarts and playing some group cranium and trying out at a word jam game which we never got around to even understanding the rules.) then I have to wake up early for church. Party Hard?

Let's look at my schedule ahead:
Tuesday : dg until late, wake early the next day for work (party hard?)
Wednesday: Playing bridge? (ok, I can try play till really late....party hard?)
Thursday: bsf (we are going to have fellowship till very late....party hard.)

Or 6 days to Beastie Boys, Jurrasic 5, Alcohol at w Good Vibration Singapore. ....(that sounds more like it. maybe I can drink enought for hangover the next day and brunch. perfect. )

Ok. Party time. I am sure a few hoegardens will get it RED HOT.


Syllable slasher, insurmountable mic gasher
Quick to vent with intent, you can't crash us
Constant link passers, styles'll skate past ya
Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master(Hardcore)
Heated and hot, control the venomous plots
We be the cream of the crop, so keep our name out your mouth
We'll entertain your brain for three minutes and change
Ain't it strange, your fame is three minutes and change
Let me finish explainin', break it down like a layman
All the stuff that you sayin', Ain't it all entertainin'

Uhh, Yea...
(Red hot) molten lava
Too hot for toddlers
Too hot for you and your crew so don't bother
I'm the globetrotter, party block rocker
Heart and show stopper, break it off proper

Friday, February 09, 2007

Assume Two Cows

What should I make out of temptations and my weakness for them? I am not entirely ashamed of my weakness. What is my motivation of quelling the irresistible yearning to yield to the world's vanity. I am a slut, yes, of course I am. Unmistakably one! How can you tell? From my willingness to add sparkling powder to my eyes, to look intently at my lunch partner, to agreeing to cook for that someone one day. From my willingness to use my female wiles to my advantage, you know I am a slut. From my willingness to be invoked, incited, seduced by the world of money and power, you know I am a slut.

``You owe me a big dinner the next time I come to Singapore,'' M said.

``I owe you dinner everyday for the whole week your next trip here,'' I said, staring gleefully at my notebook filled with quotes and confidential information on a headline-grabbing mega leveraged buyout deal, which will out Nabisco to shame.

``That could be interesting,'' M said.

Oh dear, oh dear, what have I just done. I said it with the intent of fulfilling it.

I am a slut, or else, I won't be still in the office now, waiting for my headlines to go out.

I am a slut or else I wouldn't have giggled, munching my apple, to the way my colleague attempts to ``recast the world of money in bovine terms'' applying a famous series of cow jokes that have been used to define political systems to the financial markets I write about everyday.

``This is so apt, so apt,'' I thought to myself reading the commentary by him and slapping my thighs and laughing out loud.

So to end this, I give you the following which has pleasured my senses:-

Leveraged Buyouts
You have two cows. You come home from the fields one day to
find Henry Kravis chatting to your spouse at the dining-room
table. Two days later, you have no spouse, no farm, and no table.
Two guys the size of sumo wrestlers have saddled up the cows and
are riding them around the farmyard.

Currency Market
You have two cows. China has 1 trillion cows. Guess who sets the price of milk?

Bond Market
You have two cows. One is Brazilian, one is Australian. They yield 25 quarts of milk per day. That's half as much as three years ago, when you traded your less-lactiferous German and U.S. cows for them. You are thinking of swapping for a pair of Namibian cows. They only have three legs but, hey, they produce 26 quarts per day.

Derivatives
You have two cows. You repackage five of them into a
Collateralized Lactating Obligation, pay for a AAA credit rating,
slice the CLO into 10 pieces and sell it to investors, skimming
the cream from the milk for yourself. Three of the cows fall ill,
and the credit rating plummets. You get to keep the cream.

Hedge Funds
You have two cows. A guy in an open-necked shirt drives up
in his Bentley and offers to take care of them for you in return
for a year's supply of steak and 50 percent of their milk. They
won't be allowed to leave his compound for two years.
Six months later, you have half a cow, producing sour milk.
``You have to be willing to lose rump today to get rib-eye
tomorrow,'' the hedge-fund guy mumbles through a mouthful of
sirloin and champagne.

Economics
Assume two cows.

Carbon-Emissions Trading
You have two cows. They produce 1.2 tons of methane gas per
day. After a hefty donation to the re-election campaign of your
local representative, the government gives you enough emission
permits for six cows. You sell three permits, buy another cow,
and apply for a European Commission grant to build a methane-gas
power station.

Microsoft Corp.
You have one old, tired cow. A recent heart transplant may
have come too late to save the beast.

Google Inc.
You have no cows. You slap advertisements on everyone else's cows. The milk floods in. You use the proceeds to reinvent the cow.

Apple Inc.
Nobody wants your cows. You design the cutest little milk
bottle. Now, everybody wants your cows.

Goldman Sachs Group Inc.
You have 26,467 cows. They are strapped into the milking
machines 24/7. Some of them have more hay than they could ever
hope to eat. Others aspire to one day having more hay than they
could ever hope to eat. The cows with the most hay end up with
big government jobs.

Pension-Fund Management
You have two cows. How boring is that? You pay a month's
supply of milk to a consultant, who advises you to sell one cow
and buy two aardvarks instead. The aardvarks die. The consultant
charges you four months of your (now reduced) milk supply and
advises you to sell half of your remaining cow and buy a wombat.
The wombat dies. The consultant charges eight months of milk for
a copy of his new report, ``Two-Cow Strategies for Alleviating
the Impending Pensions Crisis.''

Russian Energy
You have two cows. Comrade, those cows are an environmental
hazard. We suggest you hand one of them over to us.

Credit-Default Swaps
You have two cows. You buy insurance against them dying, and tuck the contracts into the middle of that tottering pile of
documentation on your desk. One dark night, Henry Kravis sneaks
off with your cows. By the time you track down the paperwork,
your now worthless contracts have expired.

Interest-Rate Swaps
You have two cows. You pledge one of them to me as
collateral in a swap for some of my pigs. I pledge the cow to my
neighbor as collateral in a swap for some of his sheep. He
pledges the cow to his cousin as collateral in a swap for some of his cousin's goats. Better pray the livestock market doesn't
crash and we have to try and round up that cow. Commodities
You have lots of stocks and bonds, but no cows. Are you
crazy? Cows are the hot new market. Here, buy this exchange-
traded cow futures contract. It can't lose. It gained 40 percent
in the past six months.

Gold
You have two cows. You wear a cap you made out of tin foil
so that the tiny black helicopters can't read your thoughts. You
spend your days blogging about how the government's decision to
abandon the cattle standard in 1933 was part of a global
conspiracy by the world's central banks to destroy the value of
your herd.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

It's a Boom

This is my first bull run since graduation, not graduation from my masters but my bach many years ago. I have just realized we have been in a recession for the last friggin ten years since property market crashed in 1997 after hitting a high in 1995/1996. I didn't have any money to play the market in 1995. I didn't have any money when people are queuing up for a unit in a new property launch. I didn't have any money when the real estate agents were selling units bookbuilding style. I didn't have any money when the the internet bubble came and blew up. I didn't have any money when the tech stocks were winners. I didn't have any money when the global emerging bond markets were giving great yields that Goldman's BRICs aren't even giving now.

Finally, it is here. I am going to play.

``In a bullish market, just leverage, the hedge fund managers said.'' Mr Phantom of the Opera said.

``So you would play the property market and not the stock market. Why so? You get the same leverage.'' I asked.

``You don't get the leverage.''

``Well, I can long City Dev with a 9x leverage,'' I said. ``The dividend yield will pay my interests.''

``You can? But you have m-t-m risk. At 3.5 percent over swap rate, you are paying twice the interests.''

It will be an exhilarating ride. I love it.